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They Say You're Crazy by Paula Caplan, Ph.D.
« on: April 18, 2005, 03:32:00 PM »
An interesting review of how psychiatric diagnoses are invented, written by someone who has been a consultant for the DSM-IVR, as well as prior editions.  She talks about the political, economic, and personal agendas that go into the diagnoses, and how they are sold to the public as "truth".  Pretty well-documented, good insight into the unscientific and biased methods the psychiatric establishment chooses the labels they use.  Discusses how the labels themselves are often damaging to the labelled.  Describes how many "mental disorders" are actually life problems or effects of social injustice, rather than indications of mental illness.  Stresses tha by allowing others to decide whether or not we are or are not "normal", we "lose the power to define, to judge, and often, to respect ourselves".  Good stuff.
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« Reply #1 on: May 24, 2005, 07:28:00 AM »
Psychiatry Disorder - check it out:

http://isnt.autistics.org/dsn-psy.html

Also Staff Personality Disorder:

http://isnt.autistics.org/dsn-staff.html

 :lol:
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They Say You're Crazy by Paula Caplan, Ph.D.
« Reply #2 on: May 24, 2005, 12:09:00 PM »
F'in hillarious!  :rofl:

Men seldom, or rather never for a length of time, and deliberately, rebel against anything that does not deserve rebelling against.

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« Reply #3 on: August 15, 2005, 11:22:00 AM »
I have just found a list of these "disorders":

http://www.psychnet-uk.com/dsm_iv/_misc ... s.htm#Name

There are some very dubious ones, enough to put just about anyone into a TBS:

Academic Problem, Adverse Effects of Medication, Bereavement, Conduct Disorder, Disruptive Behavior Disorder, Learning Disorder, Malingering, Mathematics Disorder, Nightmare Disorder, Oppositional Defiant Disorder, Phase of Life Problem, Primary Insomnia, Reading Disorder, Parent-Child Relational Problem, Sibling Relational Problem, Sleep Terror Disorder, and Stuttering.

If you can't pin one of those on them there is always Unspecified Mental Disorder.

For adults there are Occupational Problem, Partner Relational Problem and Adult Antisocial Behavior (like running a TBS, for example?)

There is also one for Ginger: Nicotine Dependence.
 
And one for Mel Sembler: Male Erectile Disorder.

Better put him in a program!
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« Reply #4 on: August 18, 2005, 09:40:00 PM »
Great site!!
If you talk to a shrinkydink, ask him/her if they've ever met a 'perfect' human specimen. Who was the great model that everyone else is compared to.
And here's a funny about who the real 'experts' are.

Subject: By Anna Quindlen

If not for the photographs, I might have a hard time believing they ever existed. The pensive infant with the swipe of dark bangs and the blackbutton eyes of a Raggedy Andy doll. The placid baby with the yellow ringlets and the high piping voice. The sturdy toddler with the lower lip that curled into an apostrophe above her chin.

ALL MY BABIES are gone now. I say this not in sorrow but in disbelief.  I take great satisfaction in what I have today: three almost-adults, two taller than I am, one closing in fast. Three people who read the same books I do and have learned not to be afraid of disagreeing with me in their opinion of them, who sometimes tell vulgar jokes that make me laugh until I choke and cry, who need razor blades and shower gel and privacy, who want to keep their doors closed more than I like. Who, miraculously, go to the bathroom, zip up their jackets and move food from plate to mouth all by themselves.

Like the trick soap I bought for the bathroom with a rubber ducky at its center, the baby is buried deep within each, barely discernible except through the unreliable haze of the past.

Everything in all the books I once pored over is finished for me now.  Penelope Leach., T. Berry Brazelton., Dr. Spock. The ones on sibling rivalry and sleeping through the night and early-childhood education, all grown obsolete. Along with Goodnight Moon and Where the Wild Things Are, they are battered, spotted, well used. But I suspect that if you flipped the pages dust would rise like memories.

What those books taught me, finally, and what the women on the playground taught me, and the well-meaning relations  --what they taught me was that they couldn't really teach me very much at all.

Raising children is presented at first as a true-false test, then  becomes multiple choice, until finally, far along, you realize that it is an endless essay. No one knows anything. One child responds well to positive reinforcement, another can be managed only with a stern voice and a timeout.

One boy is toilet trained at 3, his brother at 2. When my first child was born, parents were told to put baby to bed on his belly so that he would not choke on his own spit-up. By the time my last arrived, babies were put down on their backs because of research on sudden infant death syndrome. To a new parent this ever-shifting certainty is terrifying, and then soothing. Eventually you must learn to trust yourself. Eventually the research will follow. I remember 15 years ago poring over one of Dr. Brazelton's wonderful books on child development, in which he describes three different sorts of infants: average, quiet, and active. I was looking for a sub-quiet codicil for an 18-month-old who did not walk. Was there something wrong with his  fat little legs? Was there something wrong with his tiny little mind?  Was he developmentally delayed, physically challenged? Was I insane? Last year he went to China. Next year he goes to college.  He can talk just fine. He can walk, too.

Every part of raising children is humbling, too. Believe me, mistakes were made. They have all been enshrined in the Remember-When-Mom-Did-Hall-of-Fame. The outbursts, the temper tantrums, the bad language, mine, not theirs. The times the baby fell off the bed.

The times I arrived late for preschool pickup. The nightmare sleepover. The horrible summer camp. The day when the youngest came barreling out of the classroom with a 98 on her geography test, and I responded, "What did you get wrong?" (She insisted I included that.) The time I ordered food at the McDonald's drive-through speaker and then drove away without picking it up from the window. (They all insisted I included that) I did not allow them to watch the Simpsons for the first two seasons. What was I thinking?

But the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while  doing this. I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs.

There is one picture of the three of them sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages 6, 4 and 1. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less. Even today I'm not sure  what worked and what didn't, what was me and what was simply life.

When they were very small, I suppose I thought someday they would become who they were because of what I'd done. Now I suspect they simply grew into their true selves because they demanded in a thousand ways that I back off and let them be.  The books said to be relaxed and I was often tense, matter-of-fact and I was sometimes over the top. And look how it all turned out. I wound up with the three people I like best in the world, who have done more than anyone  to excavate
my essential humanity. That's what the books never told me. I was bound and determined to learn from the experts.  It just took me a while to figure out who the experts were.
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« Reply #5 on: August 19, 2005, 12:30:00 PM »
Thanks Deb for posting this. As a mom this made me both want to laugh and cry. It's so true. I really like the part about how we need to live in the moment more.
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They Say You're Crazy by Paula Caplan, Ph.D.
« Reply #6 on: August 19, 2005, 07:05:00 PM »
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On 2005-08-18 18:40:00, Deborah wrote:

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Subject: By Anna Quindlen
Now I suspect they simply grew into their true selves because they demanded in a thousand ways that I back off and let them be.


Whenever someone I trust enough asks me about how we homeschool, here's what I do. I take a quick look around for nosey eavesdroppers, beckon them to lean in for a big secret and then tell them; "Nothing!"

When a well-packaged web of lies
has been sold gradually to the masses
over generations, the truth will seem
utterly preposterous and its speaker
a raving lunatic.      

--Dresden James

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